broken anguish

Grotesque
Sick
How do you bare to look at me
I stand in front of my mirror

Grotesque
Sick
How do you bare to look at me
I stand in front of my mirror
Tears steaming down my face
I see you there behind me
You only turn away
I raised the blade to my wrist
You don’t turn back
I press down
The liquid rushes from my veins
My last words are only
I’m sorry
For the blood I spilt on you

By Holdmetightdeath

I'm a young female considered by so many gothic, i just like the way i look in dark colors. Yeah i actually bought a t shirt that said poser on it because i was sick of being ridiculed at school, i give up to easily, but if i hadn't just said, yeah okay im a poser, some people would have died and thats not so good for the goth image sicne the whole columbine thing, and they weren't gothic by the way anyways im babbling, if you want to hear more pathetic dribble look for my soon to be comming poetry entrys or just find out where im at and become a stalker.